I Became the Villain's Master - Chapter 120
Chapter 120
His words, accompanied by a sweeping glance around the area, instantly dispersed the attention that had been focused on us. The young lords who had been eyeing me discreetly gasped, taking sharp intakes of breath.
Well, even I found him a bit intimidating.
‘Wow, but he’s also skilled with a sword, not just magic?’
Isn’t this completely unbalanced? The youngest Tower Lord and also a skilled swordsman? It seemed unreal.
And his face! Probably the most beautiful in the world.
‘Well, I’m sure Kiris will handle it.’ The atmosphere within the Tower had been tense lately, but surely they wouldn’t harm Kiris?
‘I should just worry about my own safety.’
I waved to him, and Kiris gracefully mounted his horse.
“Do you want anything, Mistress?”
“Want anything?”
“Yes. I think I’ll win. Well, I wouldn’t normally participate in the Holy Festival, but I came for you.”
His words gave me pause. Now that I thought about it, Kiris hadn’t appeared in the Holy Festival in the original story.
‘Or did he? Did he make a brief appearance?’
The details were hazy, but I was certain there hadn’t been any significant story involving him. The story mainly focused on Aria and Terrion’s budding romance.
‘Because he’s the hidden antagonist.’
The original story was so poorly written that the antagonist barely featured. His role was so underdeveloped that he sometimes disappeared for several chapters.
I forced a smile, avoiding Kiris’s seductive gaze. Any longer, and I might have found myself kissing him.
‘Finally…!’
I sought out Aria, eager to witness a scene I’d longed to see from the original story. The exchange of handkerchiefs was supposed to spark a mutual attraction between Aria and Terrion, right around the start of the Holy Festival…
But Terrion and Aria stood there, exchanging nothing but a few polite words. Aria was looking at me.
“Rosette, your handkerchief is beautiful. Did you make it yourself?”
“Huh? Yes.”
“You’re so talented… Rosette, you’re amazing.”
Aria was actually praising my handkerchief, gently touching it with her fingers.
“Well, the creator who made Aria must be talented. She’s perfect!”
Flustered, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Aria covered her mouth with both hands, her grip on my arm tightening.
“Oh my… Rosette, you’re so kind.”
Her touch was so overwhelming I couldn’t think straight. In my daze, I heard the attendant announce the start of the Holy Festival.
“Let the games begin!”
The faint cries of monsters already echoed from the imperial forest. A barrier prevented them from entering the area where the nobles were gathered. And even if they did breach it, with Kiris present, what harm could possibly come?
Kiris kissed my wrist before riding into the forest, and Terrion, with a smile to Aria, followed suit.
With the nobles gone, silence descended.
‘Phew, that was a relief.’
Little did I know, the true ordeal was just beginning.
A young lady with striking blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and a haughty expression called out to me.
“Oh my. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Rosette.”
It was the same young lady who had glared at me earlier.
‘Wait, social season…?’
Remembering that the Holy Festival also served as a mini social season, I realized I was doomed.
* * *
After the Holy Festival commenced, Cedric entered a private area reserved for the royal family. Alone in the quiet space, he gazed into the shadows and spoke.
“Damian.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Damian, dressed as an attendant, emerged from the darkness, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Cedric smiled, seemingly pleased. He clenched his hand, and a black mist coiled around it.
“With the ingredients gathered, my power grows. I can feel his presence more clearly. Soon, I will be able to communicate with him.”
“Congratulations, Your Highness.”
Damian knelt, bowing his head in a display of utter subservience. Cedric’s smile deepened at the sight.
“Indeed. I believe I will require more sacrifices imbued with his power.”
“Yes, Your Highness. That is why I have prepared for this day.”
“Haha!”
Cedric laughed, crossing his legs. His posture was arrogant, yet undeniably regal.
Damian swallowed nervously, anticipating his next words.
“With this Holy Festival as a turning point….”
“….”
“The glorious days of old will return.”
“…!”
Damian gazed at Cedric with an expression of awe. Cedric drove his point home.
“However… there are obstacles. Eliminating Lady Rosette, protected by the Tower Lord, would be most effective.”
“But that will be difficult.”
Cedric gestured, and an attendant, eyes vacant, shuffled forward.
“This attendant, partially imbued with his power, will act. You simply need to play your part for the greater good.”
“…As you wish, Your Highness.”
Damian led the attendant away, and Cedric’s eyes turned black.
“It begins.”
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